We have invisible yet so clear!
We have them! Should we fear,
Our horns of the worlds?

When we lie they grow.
Who are the devils now?
They are born in Heaven under duckies will.
Yet we live and don’t see them!
We are eyeless to ourselves.
We are part of one stem.

We are horned ducky bombs,
They are pressing on our domes!
We are quacked with horns.
We should blame ourselves,
Food, water, warmth and love,
What else animals need?
They have gotten so high.
Can’t we see them reaching the sky?